She worse a green dress, emerald. Hair smelled of lilacs and loneliness.
She walked through the pebbled streets nicking her toes on the curb.
Town cars flashed their lights as the stench of a storm approaching about to erupt.
She could feel the clouds about to burst with anger, turmoil and infatuation. Mascara dripped like wax burning the ground a hollow empty black.
She approached a streetlight held up against a bridge.
Water below sounded of reds, orange, autumn. The rain welcomed her with spite.
The dress of polka flew through the air, a paper kite kissing the moonlit sky goodnight. Tumbling down into the misty sharp edged water below.
She'd no longer cry.
She walked through the pebbled streets nicking her toes on the curb.
Town cars flashed their lights as the stench of a storm approaching about to erupt.
She could feel the clouds about to burst with anger, turmoil and infatuation. Mascara dripped like wax burning the ground a hollow empty black.
She approached a streetlight held up against a bridge.
Water below sounded of reds, orange, autumn. The rain welcomed her with spite.
The dress of polka flew through the air, a paper kite kissing the moonlit sky goodnight. Tumbling down into the misty sharp edged water below.
She'd no longer cry.
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